Today, I went to the gym after not having exercised since the last PE lesson (sometime around my NAPHA test in April/May). Mom practically dragged me along with her. About 20 minutes into cycling on the fake magnetic bike, I felt a bit of thalasaemia minor acting up, but I continued cycling with gradually decreasing velocity. It got more unbearable towards the end of my workout but I persevered and was relieved to get off the bike. But that’s when my trouble started.

Mom and I went out of the gym to go back home. I was in the lift when I started blacking out. The walk back to my block was the longest and most scary/dangerous journey I ever made from the club house. I had to keep my head low and when I stepped out of the club house, I could hardly see where I was going. My vision was just filled with pixel-like stuff that made it very hard for me to see, and everything I heard was muffled. I had to make at least 5 stops along the way to squat down and let blood flow to my brain. It got worse as my journey progressed. At one point, I could hardly make it out of one of the lift lobbies. I couldn’t see the door and everything was completely black. Mom was holding me and trying to support me as I fumbled my way around. I vaguely remember someone entered the lift lobby while I was in my semi-conscious state – she must have been freaked out. I could hardly move and mom was trying to get a response from me.

After the stopovers and drunken-like walking, I finally made it to the 13th floor. I barely stepped out of the lift when I blacked out again. I don’t remember how I managed to reach my door. Mom was trying to guide me to the doorstep and I felt worse than a blind person. My head was throbbing and my legs hardly wanted to move. So I sat in front of my door for about a minute before making my way in. The whole thing managed to clear by the time I was done with my shower.

This isn’t the first time it’s happened, but one of the more serious ones I’ve ever experienced. Just this morning when I woke up, I nearly blacked out in the toilet. I lost some consciousness while walking from my bed, and managed to grab hold of the sink and cling on while trying to regain consciousness. But this sort of experience is what I’d consider minor and somewhat more frequent. I usually end up forgetting how I managed to get to my destination.